Lone Wolf [l.s. au] [omega!louis] [alpha!harry] [mpreg] - DISCONTINUED

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I'M SO MAD HARRY HAS WORN A HAT EVERY TIME HE'S BEEN OUT LIKE BITCH SHOW US YOUR HAIR I HATE HIM SO MUCH

Anyways!! So you know the thing I was going to start doing, like saying what song I was in the mood for? Yeah, I've discovered that's the song that kinda sets the tone for the chapter. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm still gonna do it though. So maybe you can listen to the song while reading the chapter?? I dunno. You can do what you want.

Alright so we're starting in Harry's point of view today. Enjoy!!

Please listen to this song while reading this chapter-

MOOD: Speechless by Rachel Platten

Who does Liam think he his? He's not the boss of me, I'm his Alpha- not the other way around. He's always been that way though, always telling me what's best for me and all that. He acts like he's my dad, which is fine, because that's just his nature. But when he starts Louis what to do? That is when I draw the line. He was scaring him, I could tell by the way he cowered away from him when he stepped closer.

The only thing keeping me sane right now was the wonderful smell of Louis' fur. I wasn't lying when I said that I wanted to mate him already. I do know how to control my animalistic side, however, so everything was alright. Well, maybe I wasn't- I'm hypnotized by every part of him every second of every day in the very best way possible. 

I want to give him hugs, those hugs that have absolutely no meaning to them except I love you. And I'll wrap my arms around him as he settles his palms on my forearms. We'll rock in an endless embrace, no words spoken- not that they need to be.

I want to give him kisses. In the weirdest situations, the wrong times, the brightest times, and wherever we may be, I want to softly mold our lips together as we whisper those three beautiful words, and we'll do so on instinct- just because we're so used to showing each other affection. Our kisses will be powerful yet gentle, showing our thirst for one another. They will be always full of love, never without.

I want to show him affection. I can imagine us together, wrapped up in one another as we cuddle on our bed. I'll caress his pregnant belly and speak the kindest of words to our child, him rubbing it gently with a bright smile on his beautiful face. He'll never be ashamed to show me himself, as he knows that I will never judge him.

But I also want to fuck him into the oblivion. I want to leave those wonderful bruises all over him, have him be sore the next morning. I want the deep red blood to seep slowly out of the wound on his neck as I sink my teeth into it. I want to hear him scream my name as I ride him.

However, I did have control over myself.

"Louis?" I whispered, hearing the smallest whine come from the wolf.

"Sorry to wake you, darling, but we're home. Well, not home, but- not my home, I mean. Uh, we're at your house."

I was sure that I was blushing now, due to my words being tangled. Louis huffed and looked up at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows. He barked, startling me. It was a higher pitched bark, sounding more like that of a puppy than a full grown wolf. He lifted his paw and pointed at his house, looking up at me with confused eyes.

"Oh, your mum? What about her?" He just huffed once more and settled his wet nose into my elbow. I began to place him on the ground, but he whimpered and wiggled. He did not want to be set down.

"What is with you?" I sighed, still a little worked up from this afternoon's events.

After stepping up to Louis' front porch, I knocked on the door and waited for his mother to come out. What would she think when she saw a man that she had never seen before holding her only son?

I was pulled from my thoughts with the sound of the door opening, a gasp following it.

"Is that..." the woman trailed off, her eyes wide and fixed on her son. I nodded as I scratched behind his twitching ears, him sighing in content.

"Can I see him?" she asked in a rush, reaching her arms out. To my surprise, Louis lifted his head up, glaring and growling at his mum. They clearly weren't still on good terms.

Her eyes began to water. "I'm sorry," I said. She shook her head.

"It's not your fault, dear. It's my own. You've been here for him while I haven't, and I'm a terrible mother for doing so. He can, uh," she swallowed thickly, "he can sit out there with you for a while. Helps him blow off his steam. Afterwards, please spray him off with the house that's on the side of the house and bring him inside. He can go up and take a nap while you and I have a little chat down here."

I nodded, curious as to what she wanted to speak to me about. No doubt about it, this has been one hell of a day.

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I hate writer's block.

Next chapter is going to be a bit of a time skip. Just helps to speed the story along.

How are you all? What do you guys think of Harry's new hair- or the length of it anyways, since the little fucker won't take off his hat?

What do you think of Harry's feelings towards Louis?

What do you think Louis' mom wants to talk about?

Any questions for me?

Thank you all so much for over 1K reads and almost 200 votes. It really does mean a lot to me that you guys like this story. I've been putting a lot of time and thought into this, making sure that it's alright for reading.

Okay, bye my bitches- stay fabulous💅